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October 27, 1925

Tuesday Night.
Oct. 27, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

It is now about ten o’clock and Mama and I have just returned from a League business meeting – she went as chaperon. I don’t mind coming home alone in the moonlight, but Mama insists that it is neither proper nor safe. We are planning to have a big Halloween party at the educational building on that night. I think masquerade parties are usually so much fun.

October 27, 1925

October 27, 1925

Your letter of Friday night came this morning and, as usual, I devoured every word of it. I am sure you are glad to get things unpacked, straightened, and ready for business once more. Of course I’m not wishing Mrs. McDonald any hard luck, but I’m hoping she doesn’t sell any time soon since you already have your things there and like it better than any other place on the Beach for your work. I think it would be mighty nice for us to live right there in her cottage while you are working on this problem. I am looking forward with lots of pleasure to going down there.

I spent the day with Thelma again today. We always have such a good time together.

Of course, Sweetheart, since you don’t know how early I have been accustomed to retiring lately, you may not understand just how sleepy I am now. When we don’t go anywhere in the evenings, there isn’t much left to do but get sleepy. Our gasoline lamp refuses to work most of the time, and the kerosene lights are too dim to make reading very pleasant, and, as it gets dark so early, we sit up and watch the clock until the hands point to an hour that is not too unreasonably early for going to sleep.

Sweetheart I love you an awful lot all the time.

Always, your own
Ina.

October 26, 1925

Monday Nite.
Oct. 26, 1925.

My dearest Sweetheart:

I wonder if you have noticed how perfectly beautiful the moonlight is tonight! If you haven’t, you should go right now and take a look. The swing looks a little too cold to be inviting, even in the moonlight, but we have a big fine fire in the fireplace that would be ideal to sit before to enjoy a long confidential chat this evening. My, how I wish you were here, Sweetheart! But I know that it will not be so very very long before we can enjoy all our evenings together and then we will be so happy.

October 26, 1925

October 26, 1925

I didn’t get a letter today, but I feel sure one will come tomorrow.

This afternoon I became so drowsy from being around the fire almost all day, so I took a two mile hike all alone. I wish you had been here to go with me. It was just cool enough to be pleasant, and the fresh cold air was very invigorating. I expect to go duck hunting (now I didn’t say that aloud, because I don’t know for sure whether it is in season or not) soon with Papa. He killed some ducks down on the slough back of our house a few afternoons ago, and says there are usually a good many down there lately. I don’t know what luck I will have, but I want the experience anyhow.

Sweetheart, I love you and think of you an awful lot – ‘most all the time, in fact.

Always, your
Ina.

October 25, 1925 (Walter)

Sunday AM 10/26.*

My Dear Sweetheart,

Your letter of last Sunday which was the third attempt almost knocked me “Coo Coo.” I had no idea that you could have felt that way. I certainly didn’t intend to have you feel that I loved you less. I love you just as much as one could and that is more than I thought I could love anyone. You certainly let your imagination run away with you Dear, and I cannot understand it.

October 25, 1925 (Walter)

October 25, 1925 (Walter)

I want to ask if you received a letter from Miss Hulett in South Dakota. If so, I can understand why you have felt this way. Don’t pay any attention to what she might have said. I kept getting letters from her, sometimes they were sent to my mother, so I wrote her that I was engaged to a Miss Lewis of Uvalde. I did not hear from her again. But she has been writing my mother so much that she might have written you so as to give me another slap in the back. I would not be surprised to know that she had written you telling what a mean individual that I am. I only hope that you will discount what she says if she has written to you. Remember one thing that I was not engaged to her, though both she and her mother felt that I belonged to that family. They are peeved at me now and may try to take an underhand advantage of me. They wouldn’t care if it did hurt you or me. I can’t help but feel that you must have had a letter from her. If so, I hope you will ignore and discount anything they might have told you.

I know that my letters have not been as long as usual but it was not because I did not love you as much as ever. I love you with all my heart, Sweetheart, and I am anxious to have you with me always.

It is mighty easy to have a misunderstanding in writing and I hope that we already know one another so well that we will not let anything come between us. If I could only spend this evening with you I am sure that you woiuld feel that my love is just as strong for you as ever. Believe me, I sure do love you and when I can have you with me always I’ll be mighty happy. I’d feel much better if I could take you to a home of our own and to know that we were going to be there all the time. It looks more favorable now than ever and as well as I can see, it looks as though Jax would be about as good a location for the work as any place. I would have to do some field work down the state but we could go down there together and I believe we would enjoy it for a short period once in a while.

Mrs. Mc has had several people look at her cottage and one of them is coming again Monday morning. $3500 is the consideration with furnishings. I was in hopes that we could live here until March 1st and during that time could locate what we want and get things in shape for our return about June 1st. If she sells the people will want to live here and I’ll have to find another place.

With a real sweet kiss and with all my love, I am,

Yours always,
Walter.

* Right day, wrong date again.

October 25, 1925 (Ina)

Sunday Afternoon.
Oct. 25, 1925

My dearest Sweetheart:

Your letter and the letters from Mr. Petit and Mr. Bishopp came this morning and Dear, they made me feel so good. You see, until now, everything has been so indefinite that it didn’t seem real. I knew that you and I loved one another and that we were engaged, but that was all the definite information I had. I am sure that you too were very anxious to know something for sure. Mr. Bishopp’s letter was very very interesting and I appreciate your sending it to me. Yes, Dear, some time about Christmas suits me for the wedding and the other plans you mentioned sound good to me. I am glad you have expressed an opinion as to some particular time and place as it makes me feel like we are really going to be married. If Mr. Bishopp doesn’t write you pretty soon of any change in plans, we can set a date before long, can’t we? Somehow, I like the idea of having something definite in mind and working toward it.

October 25, 1925 (Ina)

October 25, 1925 (Ina)

Mr. Petit’s letters were very interesting also. I was so sorry to hear of Dr. Hunter’s death. Although I was not personally acquainted with him, I have heard a great deal of him for several years and have heard so many fine things about him. All of the men seemed to think so much of him. Sweetheart, I note what was said of his opinion of you, and I am proud of it. Mr. Petit writes an interesting letter and puts quite a bit of individuality into it which always adds a great deal to a letter I think. That is what keeps a letter from sounding like a news paper write-up.

It is raining so much this afternoon that we can’t go to Mrs. Crisp’s funeral. I think it always makes it a great deal sadder to have to bury a person on a cold gloomy day in the rain.

Sweetheart I want to tell you again how “tickled to death” I am over your letter and that I love you, love you and love you and will be mighty happy when I can be with you always.

Your own
Ina.

October 24, 1925

Saturday Nite.
Oct. 24, 1925.

My dearest Sweetheart:

Your letter of Sunday P.M. written at West Palm Beach reached me today, and the irregularity of the mail is shown by the fact that your letter from the Beach written two days later reached me yesterday. Of course the difference in the distance makes some difference, but still you traveled faster than your letter, according to that.

October 24, 1925

October 24, 1925

I am enclosing a little article on the Florida boom that I came across in the Uvalde Leader-News. I hope that the steps that are being taken to stop the rush will not be effective any time soon, don’t you?

This morning I was very much shocked when someone ‘phoned that Mrs. D.H. Crisp, the wife of my former employer for whom I kept books for about six years, had suddenly died last night. It was so sudden that it was a shock to everyone. As soon as we heard it I went to her home for a few minutes. I always have a feeling of utter helplessness and uselessness in a case like this because all I can do is to show respect by going and carrying flowers. They already had enough friends to sit up with the corpse tonight. The funeral is to be tomorrow afternoon. I feel so sorry for Mr. Crisp, and it is especially sad as she left two little girls, one eight and the other four years old. No doubt one of his sisters here will care for them.

Sweetheart, I love you, you don’t know how very very much. I wish I could be with you right now.

Always, your loving,
Ina.

Sunday P.M.
P.S. I rushed off this morning without carrying this letter, so I am enclosing the one for today also.

You can click and zoom into the image of the letter if you want to read the news clipping.

October 23, 1925 (Walter)

The Beach, Friday Night.
Oct 23d

My Dear Sweetheart,

Have gotten into the harness again and have lots to do, though I had very little work carried over from a few weeks ago. Before leaving I cleared up all the work I could and did not have any experimental animals left. At the present time I am running some traps on the beach and during the day I am using the material as fast as it is caught. It is quite a chore to have a bunch of experimental animals and I am keeping away from it unless it is necessary.

October 23, 1925 (Walter)

October 23, 1925 (Walter)

Mrs. Mc has her house for sale and today there were two parties to look at it. I hope she doesn’t sell for I am pretty well located for my work and too I am in hopes that you can be here with me for a while. The boom is causing lots of people to look for houses at Jax and most of the cottages down here have been rented for the winter. Jax is getting into the real boom and I believe that it will have a good substantial growth from it. It is not a tourist city like Miami and Palm Beach, but its growth will be of a more stable kind. Lots of eastern capital is coming now and real buildings are going up. I hope we will cash in well on our acreage.

I expect a letter from you tonight, Dear, as we have not had mail today.

Always,
Your
Walter.

October 23, 1925 (Ina)

Friday Nite
Oct. 23, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

Your letter of Tuesday night came, and it seemed good to receive one from you there again because that seems more like home. I don’t know why it is, but I sort of breathed a sigh of relief when I knew you were back there. No doubt it is because the mail is more regular, and then too I think there is more comfort in thinking of or writing to a person if you know where he is and that your mail will reach him in due time. It seems so indefinite otherwise. For instance, the letters you found at the Beach on your return were almost history by the time you received them and the ones I wrote you and addressed to Caxambas were no doubt a week or more old by the time they were forwarded to the Beach. At any rate, I love you just the same wherever you are, but the nearer you are, the better it suits me.

October 23, 1925 (Ina)

October 23, 1925 (Ina)

Dear, I appreciate your concern about my being so blue and I suppose I should have written you the reason at that time, but I was in hopes that I could soon decide that it was all my imagination. I was afraid I couldn’t explain it so you wouldn’t misunderstand me, so I thought I wouldn’t say anything. However, as you now know, I did write you a letter later, addressing it to you at Caxambas, explaining my feelings. I feel sure now that I was wrong about it, and I beg your pardon, Dear, for thinking it. Your letters sound differently now. Those others were just written hurriedly I’m sure. No, Sweetheart, not for one moment have I regretted our engagement, but I was afraid you had. You have no idea what a relief it is to have the feeling now that you don’t regret it.

I was very much interested in the real estate letter. I am so glad the value of the property is increasing so rapidly, and I sincerely hope it will continue to do so. Won’t it be fine to make that much on the side? I am so glad you bought it when and where you did.

It makes me so happy, Dear to feel that you still love me as much as you ever did. I didn’t realize how very very much I loved you until I thought you might be getting indifferent. Sweetheart, I will be so happy when we can be together all the time. Then there will not be the trouble of misunderstanding letters. You seem so far far away now, and it takes so long to get a reply to a letter. When we are together, if we are uncertain about anything, we can explain it right then, get a reply immediately and then feel satisfied instead of having to wait a week or two to find out. I think it will be great.

I love you worlds and worlds.

Always, your
Ina.

October 22, 1925 (Ina)

Thursday Night.
Oct. 22, 1925.

My dearest Walter:

I was surprised that you had changed your plan and decided not to go to the west coast. However, I don’t blame you a bit for not having a desire to travel over such rough roads. I imagine you will be glad to get back to the Beach so that you can resume your work there.

October 22, 1925 (Ina)

October 22, 1925 (Ina)

I spent today with Thelma and enjoyed it lots as I always do. I spent quite a bit of the day in helping her with some sewing.

We had a card from Mrs. Parman today and she seems to be enjoying her visit in Tennessee with her people. Mr. Parman, I suppose, is in Dallas since she wrote us that she expected to return to Uvalde as soon as he completed his work. I hope that this trip will benefit Mrs. Parman as she was in pretty bad condition when she left here. It doesn’t seem to be her physical condition especially, but her main trouble is in worrying so terribly much about every little thing. She becomes almost frantic when Mr. Parman gets out of her sight, just worried to death for fear something will happen to him. She seems to be a great deal worse than she used to be, and everyone who knows her is beginning to get very uneasy about her. It is extreme nervousness I am sure, but it is getting very serious. I feel so sorry for Mr. Parman. I don’t see what keeps him from having a nervous breakdown, because it is so trying for him. I have never seen anyone with as much patience as he possesses. Unless you knew the conditions as we do, you couldn’t understand how serious it is. I don’t mean this letter in a spirit of criticism of Mrs. Parman, but I am deeply concerned about her condition. She is a mighty good friend of ours, and I love her.

I hope you had a pleasant trip back to the Beach, and that you had no car trouble.

Sweetheart, I love you.

Devotedly,
Ina.

October 22, 1925 (Walter)

Box 61 Jacksonville Beach, Fla.
Oct 22, Thursday A.M.

My Dear Sweetheart,

At the time I was worried about why you were so blue, I received three letters forwarded from Caxambas. Believe me I was mighty glad to get them. They were just as sweet as they could be. I note what you said about the judge with much interest.

October 22, 1925 (Walter)

October 22, 1925 (Walter)

I have received a letter from Mr. B. The original went to Caxambas and has not been returned yet. I am sending the copy which was mailed to me here. You will note what he says about plans for work. I had written him of the state fair here which holds from Nov. 19 to 28th, and had suggested the opportunities for meeting various persons interested in our work. He did not mention it directly, but his reference to Mr. Smith and others appertains to the fair. It happens that Thanksgiving comes during this week and should I come for you at that time, I would miss the fair here. It is rather important that I be there for those people are the ones who will pull for an appropriation for Florida work. It is too bad that the fair has to come during that week. I wish I could be in both places at the same time, but I feel that it is an opportunity and a duty to be here. I have a suggestion, Sweetheart, and I am wondering how it will strike you. Could we make it about Christmas time and then come here by train. About the first of March when I am wanted in Dallas we could go there and spend a while, then you could spend a while at Uvalde. We could then drive back here during the latter part of May.

The people at Jupiter (near West Palm Beach) want me to be there during the latter part of March and for the month of April, but we do not have an appropriation for that work and we would give Mr. Parman’s work preference if I were needed down there. I think it would be safe to leave your car at Uvalde with the idea of returning for it. This seems like moving about a great deal but no doubt you would like to be here about two months so as to know of conditions etc. and would then like to meet the Dallas people while I can be there. Then you would probably want to be at home for a little visit so you could tell Mother Lewis how mean I had been to you etc.

With all my love, Dear, I am

Your
Walter

October 20, 1925 (Walter)

This letter was out of order in the set, because Walter wrote “November” instead of “October” on it. I’m back-dating this post to put it where it should have been in the sequence on the blog. Sorry for any inconvenience.

The Beach, Tuesday Nite,
Nov. 20, 1925 (sic)

My Dear Sweetheart,

I arrived here this noon and have been busy re-arranging and unpacking. Mrs. McDonald came back with me. Your letters of the 9th and 10th were here when I returned as I did not have mail forwarded to me from here while I was on the east coast.

October 20, 1925 (Walter)

October 20, 1925 (Walter)

Dear, your letter of the 10th was your blue letter and I can’t help but feel concerned and worried about it. It was quite short and you said that if you could cry yourself to sleep that you would feel all right. Sweetheart, I think you should have told me why you felt so blue for I did not like to have you feel that way and I am worried for fear that I might have done something that caused it. This is the first time you have written to me that you were so blue. Please tell me why? Do you regret your engagement to me? Have I done anything to hurt your feelings? You wrote the letter on the 10th just five months from the time of our engagement. Dear, I love you with all my heart and I wouldn’t have done anything to hurt your feelings for anything in the world. You are the dearest one in the world to me and I can’t help but feel worried. Please tell me! I always tell you and I would feel better if you would tell me.

I am enclosing a letter from the Fulford people regarding the value of the lot. I believe that it will be worth twice as much in the spring.

Please write me at once, Dear, and tell me why you felt so blue. I’ll be worried until I hear from you.

I love you and only you and I want you with all my heart.

With a sweet goodnight,

Your
Walter.